Don't Blink

Moving In

Sighing, I finally sat down, my day at working being very busy. The lady at the bar came to take my order which I asked for a hot chocolate. She smiled before walking away to one of the machines. Being a dancer was not an easy task and it had gotten harder since that science disaster that happened before I even moved here.

The dance company I work for decided to move me to the USA from England, seeing as it was bigger and I would get more out of the job; it was a sort of promotion. They didn't just leave me on my own though, I was shown some places to live and how to be to work by the easiest route. It was very well organised.

Paying for the drink, I went back outside, making my way back to my apartment. It was darker than I thought and also cold. Wrapping my coat tighter around me, I tried to balance the hot chocolate and my gym bag, struggling due to my tiredness. As usual, the city was full of noise; cars, sirens, people's feet. It was all natural to me, especially in my neighbourhood, I was quite near all the restaurants and shops. But I had never heard shouting around here before.

Turning a corner, someone bumped into me, knocking the boiling drink all over me, but luckily because of my coat I didn't get burnt. However that wasn't what bothered me, it was the group of men before me. My bag had slightly faltered on my arm, making me topple. The man who had crashed into me, started to apologise sarcastically, rubbing my down my coat with his hands.

"Oh I'm so sorry!" As he wiped down my coat, he tried to touch my breasts. His hands grabbed the collar of my coat, pulling it off of my body resulting in me running off in the direction I came in. As I tried to run, the man grabbed my bag, causing me to fall onto my back; I hadn't even gotten around the corner. The men all stood in a circle around me, smirking.

"Please, let me go." I whimpered.

"Come on babe, me and my friends want to say sorry. And I can think of a few ways in which we can do that." The man crouched down, grabbing one of my wrists tightly. I tried to pull away, gently at first but then I pulled roughly. This didn't please him. My sobs were loud and I tried to scream but the creep just calmped his hand over my mouth.

"Don't make this harder than it needs to be sweet cheeks." Another man said. Thrashing about, it took two more men to hold my arms and legs down. Why was this happening to me? What had I done to deserve this?

"Hey!" I heard someone shout. I wasn't able to see who it was because I pinned down."Let the lady go and no one will get seriously hurt."

"Guys, we should get out of here, it's that lightening guy." One of the men said.

"Shut up! Come on, if you think you're up to it. Six men against one, well if you are a man underneath all that spandex."

I only blinked and two of the men were already gone. A flash of light knocked the man off of me, and I finally saw the man who was saving me. He punched one guy in the face and lunged at another. Scrambling to my feet, I caught a glimpse of the last couple of men running away. Leaning against the wall, I tried to steady my breathing, not being able to stand upright. My saviour slowly approached me, The Flash had just saved me.

"Are you alright? Did they hurt you?" He asked. I shook my head no, still in hysterics from the incident. He bent down, causing me to flinch. Glancing at me, he slowly grabbed my gym bag and handed it to me. My shakey hand took it, quietly thanking him.

"Look, let me take you home. Just to make sure you're safe. Plus, I can get you home faster than anyone else." He smiled and I couldn't help but giggle. I gave him my address as I wiped away my tears. He was cautious of his actions as he gestured for me to wrap my arms around him. He picked me up bridal style making me squel a little.

"Hold on tight." I did as he said as he ran. And just like that we were outside my apartment.

"Oh my god." I gasped as he set me down on the ground gently. I toppled, having to hold onto him for support.

"Sorry, should have warned you. Will you be ok from here?"

"Yes thank you. And not just for this but for everything else you did back there."

"Just doing my job." The wave of air that blew my hair back showed me that he had now gone. Smiling, I made my way inside, suddenly feeling cold. That's when I remembered that my coat was still back at the crime scene. Looked like I would be needing a new one.

As I laid down in my bed, I wondered about the man who saved me. Who was he (though that was what everyone was probably asking by now)? Would I ever find out about the man behind the mask or would it remain a mystery? Laughing to myself, I settled down to go to sleep, hoping that I could get to sleep quickly so that I could forget all that had happened that night.

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Rudely waking me up, my alarm sounded like sirens. Last night had scared me so much thast it was hard to get to sleep. Groaning, I turned it off, trying to force myself out of bed. I started to get on with my daily routine of getting ready; but just as I was finishing my hair and makeup, I heard a knock at the door.

Peeking through the peep hole in my door, there was no one there. Slowly opening the door, I saw an envelope on the floor. Looking around, I cautiously picked up the envelope and went back inside. As I walked back over to the table, I started to tear it open, wondering who it would be from and why they hadn't put it in the pigeon holes in the lobby. There were quite a few pictures inside and as I pulled them out, I dropped them all over the table.

The pictures showed various images of the night before; when I was about to get attacked, as I was pinned down, when The Flash saved me and the last part scared me the most. It was one of me and The Flash, him holding me in his arms. Frantically searching through all the photos, I tried to see if there was any writing of any sort, but there was none.

Waiting at the police station was nerve racking. Once I had explained what happened, they had taken the evidence away from me. I was told to sit down and wait. Wait for what? After about ten minutes of fidgeting in my seat, someone finally came to talk to me.

"Miss Hills?" I nodded my head, standing up and shaking his hand."I am Detective Joe West and this is my college Detective Eddie Thawne." I nodded to the other guy before they took me into some sort of lab, silent the whole way. Detective West finally said,"This here is Barry Allen, he does all the sciency stuff here." Barry smiled and I couldn't help but smile back. They offered me a seat whilst the men perched on tables, Barry was working on something to do with chemicals.

"Now, Miss Hills, you said that you recieved these pictures this morning, correct?" Thawne asked.

"Yes." I simply answered.

"These pictures show you being attacked. Would you care to explain to us what happened? It's up to you if you do it now or later."

Deciding that now would be the best time, I told them everything. They knew that they would never be able to track down the men because I hadn't seen their faces but I had known that all along. They kept sharing glances as I explained how The Flash had saved me and taken me to my home.

"I think you have a stalker, Miss Hills." West told me.

"What if it's not me though? What if it is about The Flash?" I protested.

"You've been thinking about this, haven't you?"

"Well, I was just thinking that he is becoming a threat to those who are involved in crime, so they might want to see what he is doing all of the time, find a weak spot. But it could just be me wanting to not have a stalker."

"You're right to think about all the other possibilities. You might even be right. But for a precaution, we're going to have you on watch for a while, ok?"

"Who knows, maybe your knight in shining armour might just come along again." Thawne pointed out, trying to lift the spirit. It didn't work. Though nothing would, I was being stalked and all because of one superhero.